Our Finest Hour

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Objective: Force the last warlord to submission
Location: The walled coast

Harris pushed the speeder bike into full, the engine loudened as the craft zoomed forwards. He, followed by a group of 8 men in steel armor with cloaks and sails on their helmets zoomed towards the last hold out of the opposition. The speeders approached rapidly. Harris unsheathed the ancient sword he had once used, the same sword taken by the Commander of the deep ones. His cloak flew backwards in the wind as he and his men, swords and spears drawn, pushed forwards.

Two guards stood at the gate of this final outpost. One turned to the other, "I've gotta piss. Call if you need anything." The man separated from the other guard and walked into a bush. As he went to unzip his pants, he heard a rustle in the pushed. "What the he-" A blaster bolt flew out of the bush, striking the man in the face as Commander wills and a small squad emerged from the bushes. Wills and the small detachment quickly stacked up at the checkpoint, just out of site of the other guard.

The other guard looked down the road and noticed the group of men on speeders, Harris leading the charge, barreling down the road towards him. Quickly he screamed and turned. He pushed the panic button on his wrist and attempted to run for the gate to inside. Harris smiled as he readied his sword. Harris zoomed past the man, swinging his sword and cutting the man down. As Harris and his cavalry zoomed into the front gate of the outpost, wills and several small squads breached through the rear. Harris and his guards dismounted their speeders and formed a defensive line against the storming opposition troopers. The men deployed a wall of shields and held off as Wills readied behind.

"Fire!" Wills' voice echoed as a rain of blaster bolts flew down into the crowd of troopers that were attacking Harris' distraction. Before long, all the men were dead.

Harris spotted the officers tent and threw the tarp open. He was confronted by a trembling man in officers clothing.

"Premier, I didn't belive you were alive, I didn't know you-"

"Set for stun." A storm trooper behind Harris shot the officer, causing him to fall to the ground. These men were the last casualties of the Fel civil war, and these men, in an attempt to Destroy the nation, were ironically the ones to unify it and save it.

Harris cheered along with the rest of his men on the scene. A transmission was sent out of the success of the attack and similar messages were received all throughout the city. Harris got onto a comm-pad and announced the complete and total defeat of Revere's army, calling for repairs to the city and a day of celebration for the end of the conflict.

 

[King Alexander Fel I]

[member="Kalic Daws"] The shots exploded on their target, the torpedo smacked into the hull, hittin right in the ammunition storage of the ship. The munitions exploded causing a chain reaction. With a flash, the whole left side of the acclamator was blown apart. As kalic pulled away, hundreds of men were pulled out into the vaccum due to the suction.

Alexander, hurried, still talked with [member="Mig Gred"] .

"Well, we have word that revere is dead, and the garrsions are being finished off. West of Arce City, in the mountain there is a military compound. We belive there to be a small detatchment there. Those are the last forces of Reveres regime. Recapture the hangers and retake the army barracks. The enemy force is small but equiped with a number of heavy weapons. They are probably set up in towers with DLT-19's. I know for a fact there is a squadron of fighters still stationed there. On top of that, and force there has access to fresh armor and an assortment of carnage rifles, attatchments, DC-15 A2's, gattling guns, rockets, and the possibility of an AT-AV. I'm sending you into a small army. If you cut the head from the snake, kill their commanding officer, they will become unorganized, and then it's just killing those who don't surrender."

 

[Kalic Daws]

Kalic turned his head back as he saw the carnage of his torpedo run. He watched as the Acclamator detonated, calling out as he turned the fighter back to his current home ship. "This is, Daws. She's not doing anything anytime soon. I'm heading back now." The Starcrest then turned and headed back to the star destroyer.

[member="King Alexander Fel I"]

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig looked at the king, smiling a bit. "Well your highness, we'll get the job done." The man then boarded the Kom'rk, and it and the Basilisk launched for their mission.

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The Mandalorians walk through the mountainous region. They soon came across the base, and one of the Greds tried to rush in before Mig stopped him. "Wait for Liddin and Ordan." After waiting, for a moment, two sets of engines could be heard. The Kom'rk flew in first, performing a simple strafing run, but the the Basilisk shot overhead, letting its heavy lasers ring out. These shot had a definite aim. The defenses and any heavy armor were the targets of the massive guns. Once the pair of craft passed, Mig yelled out. "Ram'or (Attack)!" The Greds then opened their attack, quickly closing the gap between them and the enemy thanks to the ships' distraction.

The battle that came had one goal: get to the commander. The Gred tried to push through, using cover when they could find it. Mig eyed some of the troops that had pinned them down, and focused. He then unleashed a blast of Force Lightning to take them out. He then heard mechanical steps. One of the AT-AVs Fel had warned him about. Before he could say a word, the blasts of two heavy lasers. The Basilisk had pulled back around, and was able to deliver more covering fire.

"How is that freighter doing that?" Some of the troopers seemed surprised. Mig took the moment to fire at a trooper with his Trayc'kad's blaster. "Move up! Move up!" As the Greds pushed, one of them fell to a blaster. Mig looked back as a medic ran up to the fallen Mandalorian, pulling them to safety. The alor had to stay focused as the group pushed into the garrison. It was pretty easy to see where the commander was in the simple building.

Mig pulled the man towards him and ignited the lightsabers of his Trayc'kad. Mig then made one quick slash to end him. He looked up as men pointed their weapons at his clan, and some ran for fighters and transports. The Mandalorian looked at them. "Do you really want to try that, or turn yourselves in?" Most of the men quickly threw their guns down, and Mig tapped his comms. "This is Gred. Garrison secured."

[member="King Alexander Fel I"]

 

[TK-7475 (Storm Sentinal)]

Vickers walked into the parliament building holding his rifle. He pushed open the massive doors and looked into the main chambers. The air was visibly dusty as the last rays of the setting sun gleamed through the chamber windows. Vickers shook his head seeing the last flames of the south side of the city. He shook his head and removed his helmet. He walked up to the table in the center of the room, Revere's body still on the ground. Vickers shook his head again.

"What did you do?" He turned and picked up the computer on the table, pulling the plastoid cover off the back and unplugging the Hard drive from the motherboard. He pulled out the hard drive and opened a small pouch on his belt, ssliding it in.

 

[Maximilian]

Maximilian ran towards the entrance of the main chamber of the parliamentary building. There he was, armor and all...

"Sergeant Vickers!!"

Sergeant Vickers turned around, he recognized the voice, it was Max.

Max slowly walked up to Vickers, his gloved hand was clenched. Max was holding something.

When Max had met face to face with Sergeant Vickers, he held his gloved hand up, and in it was the charm, the charm Vickers had given to Max before all the fighting. It was untouched, unscarred. Max said in a happy manner....

"It's Lucky, It had kept me safe. Now, my turn to uphold my end of the bargain. It is yours. Thank you Sergeant."

Sergeant Vickers grabbed the charm from Max's hand. He clenched it in his hand, for it was indeed special.

[member="Sergeant Vickers"]

 

[TK-7475 (Storm Sentinal)]

"Thank you."

Vickers shook the mans gloved hand lightly.

"You did a hell of a job."